You breathe heavily, trying to come up with something, but Vicky doesn't let you be, constantly staring into your eyes while rubbing your back.
"Look... I..." you start, feeling your pulse beat like a hammer. "You know... this morning, in the kitchen... we were talking a little... but before that, when you first entered..."
"Mmmh...?" she says, nodding for you to continue.
"The first moments, you reminded me a lot of your mother. You're just as beautiful as she was your age, when I first met her..."
"So... it's about her after all then, isn't it...?" she asks you, sadness in her voice.
"No...! I told you allready..." you trail off, not quite knowing how to continue.
"Okay... sorry for interrupting then..." she says, trying to encourage you. "You saw me, and you thought about mom...?"
"Yeah..." you agree. "And I felt proud about having such a beautiful daughter."
"Thanks..." she smiles a little, almost blushing. "I never heard you say it like that before..."
You smile back at her, then grimace again as you know you have to continue. "And I felt... more alive right then. More alive than I've felt for quite a long time. I wanted to talk with you, just talk like we did... back then... when there was three of us. I had even forgotten about our fight last week, about that skirt."
"Hmmph." she frowns. "It wouldn't have been such a great deal if you hadn't overreacted!"
"Perhaps." you agree, gently patting her bared knee. "And it looks good on you, it really does..."
"Really...?" she says, surprised. "Well... thanks... I guess..."
"And, I was surprised but,..." you can't really believe you manage to continue, but you do. "...you look good in string as well."
Both of you look at eachother in confused silence, and you start to feel real stupid for telling her the truth. How would she ever be able to trust you again after you've told her such a thing?
"Ummm... thanks..." she says, a bit more hesitant than last time but still managing another bright smile. "And... that's all...? You saw a young, beautiful woman expose her buttcheeks to you, and you felt you had to release several years of pent up pressure?"
You laugh at this description and put your arm around her, hugging her gently. "Yeah, I guess that's it. There was more, but I think we could leave that subject by now..."
"No way!" she laughs, hugging you back. "I just started enjoying the story! What did she look like, in your dream, and what did you do to her?"
"Umm..." you start, feeling your mind go numb again. You just ain't a good lier. "Well... I... she..."
"Blonde, brunette? Tall, short? Was it someone at school, or did you just make someone up?" she goes on, grinning at you. |